And doesn't everyone just feel so sorry for Eric right about now? Also, I know that there are a lot of you out there who aren't very impressed with Sookie in the last chapter, but all I can say is that she will wise up very soon indeed, but sadly not in this chapter…and will it be too late?

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EPOV

As I watched the weasel take my lover away from me in the clap trap that I just simply watched in despair at her, since I realised that trying to talk to her now was going to be completely pointless, especially since Compton was there.

Plus, it would also probably make the entire situation worse, if that were even possible, I thought to myself, as I walked back to my Corvette, with the pictures still in my hand.

Where in the hell had the pictures come from? How the hell did anyone manage to get into the CCTV cameras in Fangtasia? And who had manipulated them to look as if I was fucking another woman straight after I had been trying to impress Sookie.

And all I could do was come up with one answer.

Bill fucking Compton.

But why would he want to ruin my chances with Sookie? What did he possibly have to gain from that? I thought, as I made my way back to Fangtasia, where I would figure out this whole fucking mess of things before even attempting to go anywhere near my beautiful lover.

After all, I really would have no fucking chance with her at all if I went a) while she was still angry and b) if I didn't know what the hell was going on, because then I would just come across as everything that Sookie probably already believed that I was.

But on the other hand, if I didn't even try to contact her, wouldn't that also give her the impression that I was the loser Compton had probably told her that I was, a little voice inside of my head told me.

Ah, to hell with it! I thought to myself, as I stopped the car and pulled in to a lay by that was just about half a mile from Fangtasia, and pulled out my phone from my pocket.

I quickly unlocked it before calling my beautiful lover, and my hopes were raised a little whenever the phone actually began to ring, but they were lowered once again whenever I realised that she wasn't going to answer, so I decided just to leave her a message.

"Sookie, my lover. You have to listen to me here, ever since I met you I haven't had sex with anyone, and I can't even stomach the thought of drinking from someone else. I have been living solely on the True Blood. Just call me back, please baby. Let me explain to you" I said, practically begging her before putting the phone back into my pocket once again.

How fucking dare that Compton come in now and ruin everything for me! I growled at myself, and I even went as far as thumping the steering wheel in front of myself, before I had managed to get some control over myself once again, and fifteen or so minutes later, I was sitting at my desk in the staff areas of Fangtasia.

"How come you are back so early? Is your stamina really not up to what it once was?" Pam teased as she walked in through the door a few seconds later. She must have felt me arrive.

"There is nothing fucking wrong with my stamina" I growled at my progeny, who just held her hands up to me in a gesture of surrender.

"Whoa there cowboy! Just chill the fuck out. What is wrong with you anyways?" Pam asked, her voice softening a little, and she sat down in an empty chair that was sitting opposite the desk, although she had crossed her arms right across her chest.

I just sat there in silence.

"What happened?" she asked, after a few seconds of staring each other out.

"Guess who turned up and ruined a perfectly good evening?" I asked, after taking a deep and unnecessary breath.

"Who?" Pam asked.

"Bill Fucking Compton" I said.

"Why?" she questioned.

"And that is just what I fucking well want to know too" I all but snapped at her.

"What did he do?" Pam asked, ignoring me.

I took another deep breath before answering my progeny. "While I was out taking a phone call…." I started, but Pam interrupted me.

"Why were you out answering your phone while on a date, Eric?" Pam questioned, with a raised eyebrow.

"I wasn't going to answer it, but Sookie told me to go ahead. In hind sight, if I hadn't have answered it, I wouldn't have been sitting here right now" I said.

"Go on" Pam said.

"When I returned, Sookie was nowhere to be found, and I made it out to the car park just in time to see her climb into the shit heap that Compton calls a car" I said.

"Right …and why was she climbing into his car?" Pam asked.

"Because he showed her this" I said, and reached into my pocket to pull out the pictures he had given her.

Pam just took once glance at it before answering "But you weren't out in the bar area at all last night, and you have never ever had sex with anyone on your throne" she said.

"I never even thought of that Pam" I said, after pausing to realise that I never had fucked anyone on my throne.

"Then where did the pictures come from?" she asked.

"I don't know, Pam. They are fakes anyway" I defended.

"I know that. But even you can't deny that that is you in the pictures" Pam said.

"Yeah. The first one has clearly been taken from the CCTV cameras from the bar, with an incorrect date stamp put on it" I said.

"Yeah" Pam said, picking up the pictures from my desk, and taking a good long look at them, turning them over and over in her hands before speaking again.

"Eric, look at this" she said.

"I am fucking looking at them" I answered.

"Look at the background of the both of them …. all of the creases in the curtain. The two of them look identical" she said.

"So?" I said.

"Eric, don't be so fucking thick! It means that Compton has used Photoshop on these, since you know as well as I do, the curtain behind your throne moves slightly since its just fabric hanging" Pam said.

"Bastard! But how the hell did he get the hold of the other half of the picture?" I asked.

"Other half of the picture?" Pam asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah. The part with me fucking the fangbanger" I said. "Since the only place I do that here is in the basement, and there sure as hell are no cameras in there"

"Plus the fact that he has been here for just about six or seven weeks, and not once has he ever set foot in here during that time" Pam said.

"He must have forced someone to plant it" I said.

Pam nodded. "That is really the only conclusion that I can come to, Eric"

So … what do we think? I know this one is a little shorter than before but review to give me your thoughts…